WEEK 1 - MINGLE

[foundationmods]

WEEK 1

You've found a safe haven from the wind and the snow - yet, perhaps you're not quite out of danger yet. The Resort Staff are odd, but seem harmless - jumping to any whim you might have, if it doesn't make them oddly lock up.

The weather all week is perfect - the perfect temp and snow for plenty of skiing. The firepit in the courtyard is always lit too, with ingredients for smores and hot chocolate always available in the lobby. Though...in the halls, a strange bunch of songs keep playing from the hotel's sound system. Is whoever runs this place a weird cover song enthusiast?

So far, everything seems fine....but there's a weird sense of unease lingering over the Resort as everyone wakes up Monday Morning. Maybe that has something to do with that strange memory that popped in your head when you woke up? Or maybe it's that all of you woke up in the middle of a snowstorm, with no memory of how you got there?

In the end...even though everything should be fine, why does it feel like this is only the prelude to a nightmare...?

PRIVATE CONVERSATIONS | MURDER PROPOSALS/VOLUNTEERING | LOCATIONS

MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

Comments

[latebluemer]

... I can guess about Debbiekins, but who's Seventh Place?

[whirlingmace]

[ Going to reach down to poke Owain's side. Is he ticklish? Do we know? ]

This one!

[swordhandled]

A-ack, hey! Quit that.

[ wiggles, he's def ticklish ]

[latebluemer]

Wait, wait, what are you doing down there?

[The entire stack wobbled just now because Owain moved?? This is a terrible time for Jenga, Cinque, no. Blue Angel tightens her hold on her perch a little and tries to look downward. It likely only results in her heel swinging dangerously close to Owain's head.]

Don't do anything too stupid until we're all off of here, this would be a really bad way to go.